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The troll began to charge at the dwarf, swinging his club over his head like an ancient helicopter. Magnus had known that the distance between them was short, but hoped for the best, as in reality he was expecting his death to come as painful as his own conception into this earth. He wasn’t nearly as wrong, but there was at least hope that it wouldn’t be as gruesome.
“Listen! Dwarf!” Magnus heard from above. It was Kain. “Cut me down, and I’ll help you kill the troll. We can both split the benefits fifty-fifty.”
“I don’t trust Templars...” Magnus said, sticking his blade out in front of him, expecting his death to arrive shortly. “You are all greedy backstabbers that conformed to the rules you believe are ordained by God—but it’s really only a single human man you’ve really come to follow. That being yourselves and your lust for being above your fellow man.”
There was a fraction of a second that stood between them and the pitfalls of troll’s ravenous thirst for flesh.
“Fair enough.” Kain replied. “But listen, trust me or not, I'm not looking to be this creature’s lunch. And I’m almost sure that you’re not expecting to become the late-night snack, either—are you?”
The troll was getting closer he was steps away now.
“Fine.” said the dwarf; seeing that there was no other option left, and cut the knot that was holding the crusader suspended up in the air.
Kain immediately fell, but as he previously hung a great distance above the ground, he had enough time to break Charity from his belt, and plunge the silver blade straight through the top of the troll’s ugly skull. Bright green blood splattered in a streaming gush of explosive wonder, cover the dwarf, and leaving barely anything upon Kain. The monster hunter had then ridden the creature as he spasmed to the ground—from the shoulders from which he stood, landing safely thereafter. There was a contemptuous look upon Magnus’s face when it was all said and done. But it was all in good fun. He admired Kain from that moment on, and swore to him as a companion that if he needed anything welded created out of dwarven steel or merely just another friend on the road, Magnus Gunderbrow would be on his side.
From there they split the bounty that was promised—with the bonus of a couple pints of blood for the dwarf, and casualty parted ways—splitting the road as they walk from then on; and a couple more time then since—meeting and parting, meeting and parting, until Magnus had betrayed Kain and we stand to where we meet them now in Antarctica.